So earlier I was writing this thing about how I was writing and it didn’t really go anywhere and I had to get back to work so I ended up scrapping the whole thing. I’m not sure if this was a good idea or not, but it felt like the right thing to do and so what was written no longer is and now I write this thing.
I don’t know if I should have started again and I feel like it was a waste of time as now I have to do more writing and rather than do that, I want to be lazy. I want to put things to the side and not think about them but instead of that I am now doing this and I am writing as quickly as I can so as to make up for lost time, but once time is lost that is it; you don’t get it back, so you need to make the most of what time you have.
I don’t know if this is making any good use of the time I have, but this is how I am using it and so using it in this manner is how I will proceed. Besides which, I had this thing written and it was thrown away as I didn’t finish it and it is being replaced with something that, arguably, is worse.
Anyway, I’m sitting here and not there and I’m trying to think of witty things to say, but I’ve nothing right now. I’ve nothing witty to say, so I’m not sure as to what it is that I should be saying. Sure, I can try and think of things that are witty, but there is no wit here. One might say that there is a dearth of wit and this is an issue as a witless wittiness is not something that I was hoping to put forward. There are other things I’d rather put forward and so this is something I want to avoid, but this is what I am doing and I don’t know as to where I can go from here, really.
Now sure, I could make something up about some grand adventure to try and find what it is that would allow the wit to be here, thus making this wittier than one could ever hope. However, that would require effort and effort is in short supply at the moment. As such, there is little go on here but maybe over there, but then you’d have to make the journey and me as I don’t want to do it. I want to do other things and not worry about this journey stuff, but I fear it might be too late and so it is time to start kicking and screaming, for if I do not, then… well, I don’t know really.
I think that, with all of that being said, I might just take it easy and recline a little, but only in a while.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:00:34
I was trying to get whatever I could down and I don’t think it worked out for the best.
Written at home.